In another Dimension with Voyeuristic Intentions…

Elsewhere

The figure of the woman stood in the middle of the room. She might as well be alone, despite the bodies surrounding her. She looked out across the various streams of reality and locked her eyes on the perverse heart and dreams of Susan Storm. She watched as Sue rolled in bed, fingering herself as she dreamed of BDSM orgies with men and women in all sorts of perverse fetish fuckeries. She smiled as Sue saw herself **** her husband with a massive rubber strap-on dildo in her dreams. She almost chuckled at the image of Sue forcing her stoney friend to **** her own brother’s mouth as she whipped them both…

Her eyes opened and flashed purple for a second before flashing green and then light blue. Raising her leg and bending at the knees, she kicked the man behind her off his task of licking and kissing her ass.

“Enough,” the figure snapped after stabbing the hunk with the metal stiletto heel in his chest, “I have found my link. Prepare the ritual to reach out to her.”

The collection of lithe young women sealed in their black polished uniforms rose from their hands and knees and went to work carrying out their mistress’ will. Silently each was filled with the specific orders as the magics of the place caused the jewels of their collars and crowns to flicker with color.

+

Sue looked up at Pepper. Neither spoke, but they knew what each were thinking. Pepper had quickly sketched an outline of billiard table and Sue had erected an invisible set of walls in the shaped of the walls of a billiard tables scaled to the one on the paper. Sue had missed the shot on the pebble and now it was Pepper’s turn to try to knock the final pebble into one of the pockets. In the center of the room, Tony, Reed, and Hank Pym were engaged in a deep round of technobabble while around the edges, Steve, Clint and Nat were doing commentary in the back of the room and Janet was waiting for her chance if Sue missed.

“So can we agree that it is some sort of Skrull artefact in the meteor?” Nat called out.

“Oh yes,” Hank said, “We figured that hours ago, we have been trying to figure out what it is for.”

“Thanks for sharing it with the rest of us,” Janet called to her husband.

“Ah, where is Bruce?” Reed asked looking around.

“Banner, Walters and Thor wondered off to find something to eat about two hours ago,” Steve Rogers spoke up, “My guess is they probably went to a sit-down restaurant down the street.”

“That reminds me, there is a new Moroccan restaurant over on eighth street, have you had Moroccan food before Cap?” Clint spoke up.

“Yes,” Steve said, “It was ok.”

“When did you have Moroccan food?” Pepper asked.

“November of forty-two,” Steve closed his sketch book, “The food was nice enough, but there was a kind of a war on, so it wasn’t like we got to take the time to enjoy the local food.”

“Speaking of enjoying the local food,” Clint spoke up, “You guys have been going at it for hours, we should all take a hint from the hunks and take a dinner break…”

“And knowing you three,” Nat added, “If you guys went to a restaurant together, you still wouldn’t eat, ladies, they aren’t allowed near each other until they have had a good meal.”

“Right!” Janet giggled.

“Let’s go Tony, upstairs!” Pepper ordered.

“Yes Dear,” Tony quipped.

“What are you thinking?” Clint asked.

“I was told there is a decent English Pub a couple of blocks over,” Steve said, “I might give that a try.”

“Hay Clint, there is good Kazak restaurant,” Nat said, “You up for it?”

“Sure,” Clint said.

“Miss Richards mind joining me for a powder for a quick second before heading out?” Nat turned to Sue.

“No problem,” Sue said, “If you don’t have an idea of where to eat by the time I get back, I am having Johnny call to find us a table somewhere, Reed.”

“Right!” Reed instantly pulled out a phone.

Everyone raised an eyebrow as Nat and Sue got up and exited the lab room, then turned and looked at Reed.

“Trust me, you don’t want to eat where Johnny can get you a table,” Reed muttered not even looking up from his phone.

*

Sue went to a mirror and sink as Nat went into one of the stalls in the Ladies' Bathroom. Sue looked at herself and checked her makeup. It was bland and conservative but pretty, like she always wore it.

“So how are things with Reed?” Nat asked.

“Fine, he has been trying to make time with me since the incident,” Sue said.

“That is good,” Nat could be heard messing with her jeans, “How has he been in the bedroom?”

“Very caring and affectionate when he can,” Sue shrugged.

“I can sense a but coming,” Nat said.

“Sometimes I feel like he is just too gentle,” Sue said, “Does that make sense?”

“A girl can use a bit of 'pin me to bed, slap my ass and fuck me until my brains leak out' from time to time,” Nat said.

“Exactly,” Sue spat out, “Pull my hair, slap my ass, pound me like a salvation army drum!”

Sue threw her hands up in the air and let out a heavy sigh.

“Sounds like you need a ‘girls night’ with a dominatrix,” Nat said.

Sue closed her eyes and reached over with one hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. Sue released the grasp and looked into the mirror blinking… Sue shook her head and blinked again. For a second it seemed like she was looking back at someone else’s face. A pretty but cruel woman in her early thirties, with green eyes, blood red lips, heavy makeup wearing a black leather Moto Jacket and a latex keyhole halter top with a tall collar built in. Sue looked at herself again in the mirror and blinked a few more times.

“That was weird,” Sue muttered.

“You alright?” Nat called as she flushed the toilet.

“Yeah, I am fine, it felt like I had an eyelash in my eye for a second,” Sue lied.

“Don’t you hate it when that happens?” Nat asked.

“Yeah, not fun,” Sue took a deep breath.

“So, how do I look?” Nat said stepping out of the stall.

Gone were the comfy jeans and long-sleeve workout shirt with the SHIELD logo and in it’s place was a black tank top, leather miniskirt and strappy heels.

“Damn,” Sue said.

“I want to mess with Clint a little,” Nat smirked.

“I bet you do!” Sue smiled, “Come on, let’s see what Reed has figured out.”

“I have been meaning to ask you,” Nat whispered getting close to Sue, “Where did you get that Malice outfit?”

“Honestly, I have no idea,” Sue shrugged.

“Well, I know a few places in town that have similar costumes, but none of them have the original if you want to get a version two point oh,” Nat smiled.

*

They didn’t need to speak, she knew everything. They were effectively extensions of her will at this point. She turned to her thralls. She pointed at one, a red haired one and walked to her throne. Taking a seat and spreading her legs, the thrall came over on her hands and knees and went to work lapping at her Queen and goddess’ pussy. She had made the connection, now to test her ability to manipulate this “Sue”…